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147. We Have Doctor's Appointment

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The day after tomorrow came like a slow tide, steady but inevitable.

By the time evening rolled in, Sasha was curled up in the little daybed behind the partition of my office that she called her kingdom disguised as a ‘nap nook,’ complete with her plush dog and Sparkle draped dramatically across her legs. She was out cold, her curls spilling over the pillow, thumb still tucked near her lips.

I was finishing the last set of reports when the doors opened. Misha’s presence filled the space first, James trailed in at his shoulder.

“Success,” Misha said simply, setting a small canvas bag onto the edge of my desk. His voice carried that low rumble that always pulled something deep in me. “No losses, objective complete. And,” he reached inside and pulled out a wrapped bundle, “Souvenirs.”

James snorted. “Souvenirs. Like we didn’t nearly freeze our asses off on some godforsaken border crossing.” He flopped onto one of the leather chairs opposite me, all
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